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Confessions of a Note-taker: from the sidelines, for the nation

3 September 2009

[A re-post from Facebook, 3 September 2009]

A broken heart, for anyone, is the hardest to heal. There’s pain, denial, and a deep feeling of hurt, sadness, and aimlessness. What I and my colleagues are going through the past few days is no different.

It feels like there’s a hole, an emptiness, wrought from a battle prematurely ended. A pain that is sympathetic to our leader’s own. Who would have thought that Mar, sacrificing his bid for the presidency, could be this personal?

But IT IS personal.

mar and me HE is my personal choice,  for my own reasons and  principles.

Truth be told, I have never  lasted in a job for more that  eight months. With Mar and  his team, I have stayed for  more than a year.

I signed up knowing Mar was someone I could possibly trust – with my future, my family, my friends, and my country. But to put my stake on a man for all of that isn’t an overnight thing. It was a six-month process that led me to  understand who he is, what was needed in the job, and what was necessary to make the vision, a reality.

I also stayed because it’s an amazing experience to be surrounded by strong, brilliant hearts and minds – young and old – all believing in change, all working for change. We believed in Mar. We knew what we got ourselves into, and we were willing to give what was being asked of us.

At some point, there was still a struggle within me until one dark day, a friend and mentor told me: COMMITMENT is FREEDOM.

I started a joke…

I used to joke that I had a fling with Europe but I was committed to the Philippines. Though jokes are half-meant, mine is wholly the truth. My heart belongs to this country. I work and serve for its positive transformation. So now, to make it happen, all I needed was to be completely free. All I need to do was to choose.

Mar has earned his right to be MY President and I would fight for him any day. Through his work and his work ethic, I knew he was someone I would want to be accountable to. He was someone who knew, that as My President, he was also accountable to me. He deserves my sacrifices, as much as I deserve his.

In February during our general staff meeting, I asked him if he was ready and willing to fight with us and for us – tooth and nail – to the very end, just as we were for him. He looked me straight in the eye and broke the silence by solemnly replying, “I am.”

He then joked that it was as if it were a marriage proposal, and with a laugh it was all we needed to know. We were ready.

mar We weren’t ready though,  for his latest sacrifice. It was  our ultimate test of being his  staff, his supporters. We  shed tears because we knew  he was capable of it, and we  knew how much it hurt. It  was every bit as personal to  him as it was to us.

He was our President. He still is. What he did made him all the more deserving of the position. What he did has shown us the kind of man he is - the kind of man we always knew, and yet the world always failed to see.

Given recent developments, we are at a standstill and yet we move forward. My loyalty to Mar remains as my passion to fight for him has deepened even more. It’s been a long time since I fought this hard for anyone, and it is heartening to find my colleagues (now great friends) in the same journey.

The Dream Team

Over a year ago, a friend and I imagined the rise of a Liberal Party dream team with Mar and Noynoy in the lead. I said it wasn’t possible because, personally, I gathered that Noynoy is not ready.

And yet, here we are. From where I stand, Noynoy is subject to the same process that Mar went through before I lay my stake on his candidacy a hundred per cent. Still, I am here because I want to ensure that my boss’s sacrifice and Noynoy’s potential do not go to waste.

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I remain because I believe in Mar’s  decision and in Noynoy’s  opportunity. I believe that it’s  about time we rise above  ourselves, just as Mar did. I believe  in the opportunity for each of us to  pull a Mar Roxas: setting aside  personal plans, personal pain,  personal doubts and ego – and pave the way to ensure that this nation will FINALLY embrace its greatness.

As Noynoy goes through his process of discernment this weekend, so do most of us. And for what it’s worth, I’d like to share a quote I love which a friend lifted from a Jesuit: “Your calling is the intersection of your heart’s greatest desire and the world’s greatest need.”

Some people walk the earth and never know their purpose. I think My President already found his. I hope Noynoy also will.

This was never a tree that fell in the forest*

mar-joby-judyr Many still doubt, many still  wonder – but as a witness to  the journey and the  unfolding of history, it  makes me feel privileged  and honored to know that  such great men (in Mar,  Noynoy, Butch Abad, Chito  Gascon, Jesse Robredo, Jun  Abaya, Jovy Salonga, and  others) still exist. It makes me wonder why so many people continue to doubt and deny that at this day and age, we deserve leaders like them.

During the weekend I was told that Mar said this was no longer about him, but about the country. Wherever we are now, and wherever we take this fight – it is no longer about us individually, but about us as a nation.

I do think that at this time, we Filipinos are being challenged to be politically mature: to vote for platform not person, to vote for a team not an individual, to vote with our rationality and not with our judgments, to vote for our future and not just for our present, and to vote because we love ourselves and we deserve better.

And as far as the so-called Opposition goes – we need to see clearly whether they are more of the same or for real change. As far as I’m concerned, a lot of those who brand themselves as Opposition are just of the same kind as the one they are opposing. The difference is, one is inside a palace while the rest are outside its gates (while one used to be inside, too).

And in the end…

F Sionil Jose, when I was privileged to meet him, said that “someone who has a sense of nation, someone who has some kind of loyalty to this nation – that is someone who will find the best way to be a Filipino.”

I have always believed that  my being as a Filipino is a continuous process. Though I wish it weren’t so necessary, I felt the need to further mature politically this soon. At the heart of this change within me are our bosses – Mar and Butch, their families and mine, my colleagues and friends, the campaign advisers and even the detractors, and my advocacy org, YTRIP. I am grateful of all of them for strengthening my freedom, my commitment.

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My broken heart will be    whole again – and for sure,    this is not the end but a  beginning. Thanks to Mar, I  assert that NOW is a great  time to be a Filipino.

It’s a great time to be free.
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This is a personal piece and does not in any way represent the views of the organization.
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*Sorry, I can’t help it. It’s an internal thing

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On Travel and Blogging

16 April 2009

Blogging has made venting, bashing, and self-expression sooo easy that we forget (most of the time) the need to put things in context when we type away.

Since I hit 23, the word RESPONSIBILITY has been on my back and it has become part of my writing, expressing, and even venting framework. True, it is easier to just go on and write, blog, and let the world know how you feel and when… but people tend to take things out of context and misinterpret most of what we say and post. No matter how many smileys you put in there, when you sound like you’re bitching, you are bitching  (even if you really werent). 

This post’s direction now, though, is on travel and blogging. When we travel, of course we write about our experiences – the good and the bad but I realized that whatever information we put out there, it becomes history and memory. People will recall. You will recall. And no matter what happens, because blogging is not censored, your post will be taken as truth. There may be doubt yes, but it is still – supposedly – close to the truth. 

 

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  That’s why we should be    careful of what we say and  post, or at least – we should  be responsible with the way  we frame our words and  blogs. As a stickler for  propriety, we should always  have some level of respect  for everything we write    about – and this also shows  the level of respect we have  for ourselves. 

Travel and blogging have to have context. When we write, we have to have context so that readers would understand where we are coming from. 

Of late I have found people who wrote about complaints and insights gained from travel… and I appreciate all their thoughts and shares. What hit me though is sometimes, our personal insights – no matter how enlightened they would seem – need to be enriched and challenged. They need to be contextualized. 

… and after all the insights you generate, when you travel and blog, and share all of what you have learned, what does it make of you? 

The whole experience must have enriched you, whether it was good or bad… and hopefully, that kind of growth would show when you express yourself.

 

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Photo by Cherryl Si (c) 2009

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My favorite words in travel

14 April 2009

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CONTENT. IMPACT. RESPONSIBILITY. ACCOUNTABILITY.  PAKIALAM. FRAMEWORK. OBJECTIVES. CONTEXT. FAIR.

 

LESSONS. 

 

Ayun.  In no particular order. 

 

The WHY will follow.

 

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photo by Cherryl Si (c) 2009, taken in Caluya, Antique. 
Orange background is the author.  

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The Kindness of Strangers

22 January 2009

When friends travel to places where I have been, I have a tendency to come out with a list of things they could do, eat, not do, and say. If I am lucky, I also come out with a list of names and numbers for them to reach.

It’s not exactly sure to be a Filipino habit, but I do know I grew up this way.

This “habit” has led me to refer friends to a very gracious woman in Siquijor whenever someone  tells me they are planning a visit to this island.  

I backpacked in Siquijor in 2006. It was an unforgettable adventure for two  urban girls traveling in a strange island. What made it even more unforgettable, however, was what happened after. 

On the visit to Asia’s oldest convent, I signed up with the Siquijor Heritage Foundation. My frame of mind was, this place needs all the help it can get and being part of it’s story would be an amazing thing. 

Some days after that trip, I received an email from one of its active proponents, Ms Verna Alih

Eventually, Tita Verna and I exchanged emails with thoughts and plans. Plans for Siquijor’s heritage, ideas about YTRIP, plans for a return trip, and a lot of things in between. 

When two photographer-friends of mine went to Siquijor way back, I asked for Tita Verna’s  help. Being a kind soul, she hosted these guys and made sure they got the photos – and the information – they wanted. 

Recently, another friend went to Siquijor in search of a budget adventure. With Tita Verna’s help, Jana (in the photo below) got more. She was introduced to such warm hospitality and I think, to Tita Verna’s wonderful family. 

At the moment, she is also assisting a student doing his thesis on Siquijor. This student is the brother of one of the photographers Tita Verna earlier helped. 

The amazing thing about all of this is that, I  have NEVER  met Tita Verna in person. Seeing her photo with Jana (below) is actually the first time I have seen how she looks like.  Instantly, I saw a mother, a dear friend, and a kindred spirit.

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What I also like about this photo is that, it was taken in the same hallway that I loved in the convent of Saint I. Labrador. 
 
The same place where I signed up, more than 2 years ago, for the Siquijor Heritage Foundation.

 

Traveling has helped me create a network of people – people who have become good friends (who eventually became friends of my other friends), YTRIP partners, advisers, and a lot of other things. Seeing the whole web of connections, it’s amazing how travel creates a world within a world.

More importantly, it becomes a world full of kindness, no judgements, hope, passion, and generosity (my  friends don’t overstay and I think my travel-friends won’t kick them out when they do).

A person dear to me  said that the best way to see a place is when you are with someone who loves it. I am grateful that that’s what happens for my trips, most of the time.

I am grateful of people like Tita Verna who loves Siquijor and its heritage, and therefore loves to share it with people. I am grateful of Harold of Dumaguete, the Lolos and Lolas, Titos and Titas in Palawan and Ilocos (not necessarily my relatives, mind you), and in all the other places. They remind me what it’s like to love my home, and to know what it’s like to be kind.

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An Ode to the Core

17 December 2008

 

This is a tribute to an amazing set of people who have helped revive the energy of YTRIP, at the same time, changed the course of my life. They gave me the most wonderful gift of all: Hope and Trust. They helped restore my faith in a lot of things, including (faith in) myself. 

I dont think any gift could equal what they gave me, and so I decided to just tell the world how grateful I am  (in return for what they have done).

I want to tell the world what amazing people you truly are. 

2008 was an unforgettable, pivotal year because of all of you. 

Thank you, to… 
 

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A fabulous traveler and friend who made me believe again. 

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A heritage lawyer who has faith in the goodness of the world.

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A brave friend who truthfully follows her heart. 

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A sister-friend who is great the way she is, where she is. 

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An artist and (a) Brusco who works hard and plays hard. 

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A fun friend who welcomes everybody and never runs out of amazing stories.

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A traveler who found her heart and then she found her place in the sun. 

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A devoted daughter, truth-seeker, and genuine soul-friend. 

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An idealist and civil servant who will one day find her dreams fulfilled. 

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A photographer who deserves life’s greatest adventures. 

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A poet (who denies being one) who might have been a rockstar in a past life. 

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An artist who lives with independence, passion, and faith. 

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A friend who knows what it means when the grass is always greener then laughs about it heartily.

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A dreamer whose patience, love for her home, and ideas sustain my hope.

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A dear friend who has found her freedom. 


A big thank-you also goes to Apple and Phoebe for all the help and support they have given to YTRIP. My gratitude also goes the people who have, in many ways, helped YTRIP rise in 2008 (a separate entry will be dedicated to you).  

It was one grand adventure. Thank you for making the trip worth it. Thank  you for letting me see the gains of all the pain from the past.

2009 here we come! 

With love, gratitude, and life renewed - 

clare 

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Photos by Bert Bainto, Ron Nieto, Dax Cutab, Diane Reyes, Clare Amador, and Terri’s page :-)  

 

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Worn

21 November 2008

 10 September 2007 | Just last weekend, I met a man who has – for the last 55 years – endured (government) neglect, land grabbing, hunger, deaths, and at some point, the slow ebbing of human dignity…

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I asked him the wrong questions but still his eyes gave me the answers. His balled fists, controlled; his feet, worn. I could feel his pain. All I could do was listen to his story and promise that this memory will never be a blur.

Photo taken in Cagayan.
Copyright 2007 – Clare Amador

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RE-POST. Because I want to remember.

He is now probably 56 years old. To know a bit about his story, please click HERE. It’s about the Island of Fuga.

 

 

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Writing in return

6 November 2008

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We go through so many experiences everyday that whenever I look back to what happened yesterday, it takes me five minutes to figure it all out. Yesterday, most of the time, is filed into memory. Or to oblivion, which does not, in any way, honor the gift of living. 

Writing has been my only personal link to my yesterday (and my tomorrow) – it is my NOW. It has also become my medium and my message. Of all the things that’s happening, with all the thoughts in my head – surely, someday it would have some use for someone. RIght now, anyway, it has some use for me. 

I finally admitted that I just want to write, I just want to share, and despite the millions of voices already doing this, another voice and another pen wouldnt be so bad. Would it? Or anyway, who cares? Just as my photographer-friends shoot away, so will I write away. It should be fun. 

So what’s with all the drama? Haha. Nothing really. I’m just excited about going back to blogging. Finally, I have figured out what to do with all the world’s gifts – of love, happy days, crazy experiences. One can only write in return – to honor, to remember, and to be grateful of it all. 

Here’s the first post to honor the world, and the first post of my return (to blogging). Yehey.

 

 

Photo taken in Pagsanjan/ Oct 2008/(c) Bert Bainto.